Ran. Ha! this is no Lydia. [Aside.
Chris. What, unworthy defamer, has encouraged you to offer this insolence?
Ran. She is liker Lydia in her style than her face. I see I am mistaken; but to tell her I followed her for another, were an affront rather than an excuse. She's a glorious creature! [Aside.
Chris. Tell me, sir, whence had you reason for this your rude pursuit of me, into my lodgings, my chamber? why should you follow me?
Ran. Faith, madam, because you ran away from me.
Chris. That was no sign of an acquaintance.
Ran. You'll pardon me, madam.
Chris. Then, it seems, you mistook me for another, and the night is your excuse, which blots out all distinctions. But now you are satisfied in your mistake, I hope you will seek out your woman in another place.
Ran. Madam, I allow not the excuse you make for me. If I have offended, I will rather be condemned for my love, than pardoned for my insensibility.
Lyd. How's that? [Aside.